[ Scott shifts and Jean has the brief consideration—concern?—that he's about to kiss her again. They keep falling into this position. Her heart sidesteps itself, trips against those same ribs like steps she missed and can't quite find again. She doesn't know if that's a wise or a colossal mistake. She knows she wants to pull him in, to take care of him, and she knows that even if he knows who she isn't, he's still yet to ask a single question of who she is.
It's all in the clatter of his single breath that rebounds against her lips. Trying her for logic and sanity, and the best way to avoid making this worse. Making it take another catastrophe as the only way he'll speak.
But that doesn't make her not want it. Him.
This close. A single breath away.
But then there's the rattling. The stutter-blink of the lights before it goes solidly on. A ding and the doors slide open. And everything comes rushing back into Jean. A million voices sectioned off across the planet. The distant sound of the stars. And she closes her eyes suddenly, as her mental balance has to reorient again, back to normal. ]
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It's all in the clatter of his single breath that rebounds against her lips.
Trying her for logic and sanity, and the best way to avoid making this worse.
Making it take another catastrophe as the only way he'll speak.
But that doesn't make her not want it. Him.
This close. A single breath away.
But then there's the rattling. The stutter-blink of the lights before it goes solidly on. A ding and the doors slide open. And everything comes rushing back into Jean. A million voices sectioned off across the planet. The distant sound of the stars. And she closes her eyes suddenly, as her mental balance has to reorient again, back to normal. ]